As I have said in prior stories, I am a nudist/exhibitionist. I love to be naked, exposed and go out of my way to find ways to show off my naked self. I love to show my cock to strangers. Realizing I could make money from my dirty hobby, I became a nude art model, one who revels in the exposure of my entire nude self to a room full of strangers all intent on staring at my totally naked body for hours.
This is a totally true story about a weekend I spent at Paradise Lakes Resort in Tampa Florida and the fun I had on the first day of the trip.
I was in my mid twenties, a strapping 190 lb blonde with wide shoulders, a flat stomach and the thighs of a bike racer. I was a tri-athlete, a swimmer, a runner and a bicyclist leaving me with pure muscle and a chiseled face having burned off any fat.
I'd started shaving my pubes, so my 8 inch cock was bare. Yet another big muscle in a package of fit, blonde, nude and tanned maleness.
I knew this of course, and felt empowered by the gifts that God gave me. I enjoyed the reaction that women had when I would strip off before them for the first time. Inevitably having to tell them that I was a nudist, hence the absence of tanlines or pubes. I enjoyed their reactions as they took in the view, their imaginations reeling at the thought of me naked in full display in front of other nude people.
At the time I was single in Atlanta, a city with 2.2 women for every man. I took full advantage since the the sex was everywhere and the options were endless.
I had a game I played where I wanted to have more conquests than the years. Meaning 1980 was 80 fucked girls, by this time it was 1996, so I had fucked 96 women, enjoying every thrust, every blowjob and every cum facial on 96 women. YAY ME.
I travelled for business, so I planned my trip that I would end up in Tampa on Friday, with another trip to Orlando on Monday. Logically that meant that returning to Atlanta was crazy, why not just relax in Florida for the weekend.
Perfect said the boss, and so the weekend begins.
Mid afternoon on Friday, I roll north to Lutz, the location of the resort and check in to Paradise Lakes.
I'm no stranger to nudity, quite the contrary, I'm VERY excited about spending my weekend naked in front of strangers. Showing off my cock with the hope of a few wild swinger sexual adventures, so once in my room, I strip and head for the pool.
I can see that the action by the pool is picking up by the number of guests that are setting up their pool chairs and towels. The usual. A guy on his phone, some reading books, others in sunglasses covertly staring at the flesh that surrounds them. A couple of obviously horny couples, laughing a bit too awkwardly, touching each other as a means of breaking boundaries.
As I set up my own towel and supplies, I can't help but overhear the guy on the phone telling his friend that "yea, I'm here, it's great. no, I'm nude too." you can practically hear the listener's face go slack in response.
I lay back in the lawn chair and begin to rub oil on my naked self all while eyebrows raise and glasses tip down for a better view by the naked couples and a single nude brunette girl about my age on the opposite side of the pool.
She's no ordinary brunette, I say to myself. A 5'8" stunner with brown hair pulled back into little corkscrews that fall in rivers over her shoulders and to the tops of her breasts. On her 35c breasts are pinkish brown nipples, each a little hardened by the breeze, the view around her, or the thoughts of being naked in front of strangers. She clearly doesn't care if people stare, so I take full advantage, scanning her from top to bottom. There's not anything that even remotely resembles a tan line, making me sure she's a regular nudist.
She's on her back, oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes, with one leg bent, hiding the hopefully shaved parts of her pussy from my lingering gaze.
Now as I said, I'm an exhibitionist so laying out naked is just the appetizer, not the entree for me. So I stand up, proceed to rub oil over my entire naked body in front of maybe 35 equally naked guests. I start by squeezing the bottle to pour oil on my chest. Rubbing it in to spread across by pecks and shoulders. Then my thighs, leaning slightly to permit both hands to spread the oils on the left then the right. My cock is growing slightly, not to a full erection, but enough to begin to obviously reveal the possibilities ahead.
My stomach is next, with a bit of oil that naturally drips down to my swelling erection. I spread the oil on my abs, lower and lower till I'm now rubbing oil on my cock and balls. I'm loving my unabashedly bad behavior, winking at the MILF on my left who's all but burning holes in me behind her mirrored sunglasses.
Now covered in oil, I strut my self across the pool, my bald cock swinging with no hint of subtlety back and forth, the twins below bouncing in their shaven oily glory.
There's a tiki bar of sorts poolside that I walk up to to talk to the attendant.
Nice enough latino guy in a flowered tropical shirt. I say "Hey".
"Hey yourself, how can I help you?" he replies
There's a magazine rack next to the shack, that I gaze through, pretending to look for something to read.
Bike riding has made my ass rock hard, something that I'd never really thought much about till I was told by one of my girlfriends how much she loved it.
So as I stand there I bend over a bit making my ass flex and harden as a simple show for anyone watching.
Turning back to the attendant, I ask him, "Hey, what's the story on the brunette over there. Do you know her"?
"Who?" he replies quizzically.
"Other side of the pool, on the right. Her" was my response.
"Oh... That's Kim, great girl."
"know anything about her? does she live here?" i continue.
"Don't know, I do know she's a party girl though"
Music to my ears. A nudist party girl on a weekender. Perfect.
I buy a nude lifestyle book. God knows why. His response was perfect. "Dude, you're naked. They're naked. Who needs a book?"
Laughing I realize the humor in it, and instead buy a newspaper to read. Back to my towel I walk savoring the afternoon in the sun and in the nude.
It's now about 4:30 or so, and the weekend guests are now filling the pool areas, the music has been turned up (reggae naturally) and the happy hour has kicked off.
Looking up from my newspaper every so often, I keep checking out Kim. She's really quite pretty, in a not so "I know I'm hot" sort of way. Absolutely unashamed and with a quick smile for anyone, it's clear that she's a regular.
She gets up from her chair and walks to the edge of the pool in the deep end. Once blocked by her folded legs, I can now see her pussy. Totally shaven leaving zero hair to hide a set of pouty pussy lips and a larger than average clit. My heart skips a beat in awe of all she has to offer. Full confession, I love pussies that have exposed labia, not just the tidy little girl bits but the kind that look like an overstuffed ham sandwich, with the extra parts hanging out.
It's much more fun to see my cock engulfed in a pussy when there's more lips smiling back. Yummmmm.
She slips into the pool, tips her hair back and slips under the water. Rising up from the water she's got her back to the pool wall, and her hands stretched out to her sides to hold herself shoulder deep, bobbing slowly up and down.
I'm about 60 feet away in my chair, thinking of how I get into her pants, if she had been wearing any. Mr. Happy below thickens as if to say, "Introduce me, introduce me!"
Not wanting to seem too anxious, I stand up, walk to the opposite end of the pool to jump in and swim some laps.
In I go, just doing a regular breast stroke, laughing to myself at the irony of a breast stroke in a nude pool. I'm a triathlete, so swimming is easy for me, as I make my way over to her side of the pool, I slow to a little crawl and come up beside her maybe 6 feet away.
I say, "I didn't want to splash you or bump into you while I had my head in the water. I can't really see in the water without swim goggles, but when packing for the trip, Naturally I didnt' bring a swim suit or anything really, so the goggles got left behind."
Smooth talker, right?
"No biggie." she says. Just wait, you may get to see just how big it gets I think to myself.
"Gotta love this place. Right? Nice pool, good music. Friendly people. My kind of escape. Plus you get to be naked!" I continue.
"I've been coming here for about a year. I love the parties." which I later found out was code for "I fuck everybody."
"I've been here a few times, first time I'm here single though." I reply. "I've been to Hedonism resort three times, and this place is a close second, except not as wild."
"That depends on who's throwing the party." she declares.
"Well now, I'd agree to that" I say smiling. And with a wink, "I've been to a few wild ones myself."
"You don't know anybody here? I'm sure you could get an invite. You're good looking, charming, fit and funny. You'd be very popular if you know what I mean." she says smiling, her eyes really are pretty, blue against the brown of her hair.
"Look who's talking, I can't deny that you caught my eye. And Manolo over there told me you were a nice girl. So naturally I had to meet you." We continue to chat, me telling her a couple jokes about Hedonism and some of the stupid lines I heard guys say when trying to chat up naked women.
"I have found that the best way to meet a girl, naked or not, is just to say hi. Then let the cards fall where they may." is my response.
"I'm going to the bar, want a drink?" I ask.
"Not really, I have to go to work later, and don't want to drive tipsy" she replies.
"Then maybe you would like to smoke a joint." I offer.
"THAT I will do. Sure!" is her answer.
Perfect. We both get up, and I reply "My hotel room is around the way, let's leave our stuff here, so we don't lose our chairs."
"Good idea." she agrees.
So up and out of the pool we step, her taking her towel with her to sit on, both of us totally naked, and now I'm sporting a bit of a chubby in anticipation of having her one on one, thinking of the possibilities ahead.
"So, going to work huh, what do you do?" I ask.
"I'm a nude dancer at 2001 Odyssey over in Tampa" is her response.
"Stripper then, so that explains why you're so comfortable in your own skin."
"Yea, I spend most of my days and nights either nude here, nude at home or nude at work. I'm really an exhibitionist I guess, but the money is good, and I enjoy it, so what the fuck."
"And then you have your parties here to let loose. I guess."
"Yea, I really like the parties. They let me do pretty much anything I want."
